Giving Em Hell

Make em believe What ever you give you receive Ballin so hard been giving em hell They sending me straight to the league You never did it before Run it up get some more Money all over the floor Been Changing the rags into Christian Dior Never believed sit down Talk on my name when I’m not around Imma gonna go on and change the sound Top of the world we gone take the crown You never gave me a chance Now the money do the dance Never gone do it you don’t got a plan Jacking my style you took it an ran Coming 1st in a race Catching up keep the pace Yeah yeah Feel the beat and the bass Coming hard at your face Yeah yeah I don’t need you in my life Go on and give me the space Yeah yeah Better be coming to me Cause i got so sick of the chase Yeah yeah Fashion designer the Christian Dior Can you just blame me for wanting some more Throwing more money all over the floor Waiting on you But I'm ready for war Make em believe What ever you give you receive Ballin so hard been giving em hell They sending me straight to the league You never did it before Run it up get some more Money all over the floor Been Changing the rags into Christian Dior I done seen lot of things I’ve never seen before All the doubt in your head what’s all the hating for Put my faith In your hands I can’t wait anymore Numbers don’t ever lie You can go check the score Make em believe What ever you give you receive Ballin so hard been giving em hell They sending me straight to the league You never did it before Run it up get some more Money all over the floor Been Changing the rags into Christian Dior